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Here I stand at the edge of the woods, hands trembling At the thought of entering How am I gonna do this My sanctuary I miss But it was taken away One evil dark day Once what brought me joy Now seems to destroy No longer happy memories Me in his clutch is all I see Please my friend take my hand and lead me For the images he left are beastly Hold me tight while I grive For his dark deeds seethe His putrid touch I still feel It's to much, to real I want my sanctuary back I don't want this beautiful place to turn black I want to hear the nightingale's song again Watch the fish in the creeks swim Watch the breeze Play about the tree's I want to once again sit quietly Seeing the deer walk about so skittishly Please my friend hold me tight So these thoughts of his invasion I can fight Please stay right beside So when it gets to much in your arms I can hide This time the darkness I can't fight on my own For the cut he left was down to the bone So grip my hand tight and lead me in One deep breath let us begin Confronting the memory where it began Hold on to me so I can stand Help me dear friend take back this land
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 12:19 PM UTC
Taking Back My Sanctuary ***** in the Woods)
Here I stand at the edge of the woods, hands trembling At the thought of entering How am I gonna do this My sanctuary I miss But it was taken away One evil dark day Once what brought me joy Now seems to destroy No longer happy memories Me in his clutch is all I see Please my friend take my hand and lead me For the images he left are beastly Hold me tight while I grive For his dark deeds seethe His putrid touch I still feel It's to much, to real I want my sanctuary back I don't want this beautiful place to turn black I want to hear the nightingale's song again Watch the fish in the creeks swim Watch the breeze Play about the tree's I want to once again sit quietly Seeing the deer walk about so skittishly Please my friend hold me tight So these thoughts of his invasion I can fight Please stay right beside So when it gets to much in your arms I can hide This time the darkness I can't fight on my own For the cut he left was down to the bone So grip my hand tight and lead me in One deep breath let us begin Confronting the memory where it began Hold on to me so I can stand Help me dear friend take back this land
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 12:19 PM UTC
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